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Partinobodycula
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Sometimes I do things which are really stupid. I am about to do one of those things.
In an earlier post I attempted to define what I mean by “self”, and although I gave an honest answer, I did not give a complete answer. Suffice it to say that I am not at all at ease with the complete answer, for it reeks of spirituality, and could easily be misconstrued. But in the interest of complete disclosure, I will finish my definition of “self”.
There are, as I see it, three aspects to myself. Body, soul, and spirit. I could call them body, experiences, and mind I suppose, if I wanted to to keep this secular and avoid any unnecessary hint of spirituality, but hopefully everyone will forgive me if I use the unscientific terms, body, soul, and spirit.
My spirit is that part of me that is self-aware. It thinks, it reasons, and it wonders. It contemplates its own existence. It is my mind. It is the evidence that I am.
My soul is that part of me that is born from life. It is hope, and despair, and envy, and pity, and a myriad of other human emotions. These are the things that come from not just “being”, but from being alive. The soul is not an innate aspect of the spirit, it needs the struggles and joys of life to give it substance. The soul is the sum of the experiences of life.
And last of course we come to the body. The body is the physical manifestation of the “self”. It is the vessel through which the mind, experiences life, and the “self” gains a soul.
These three things are how I would define my “self”. I know, it veritably reeks of new age sprituality, which is why I hesitated to fully disclose it. There is no quicker way to lose credibilty than to start spouting new age mumbo jumbo, but there it is. (As if a solipsist could lose credibility) But for those who wanted to know how I define my “self”, that’s it.
This definition does raise some very intriguing questions, about how this “me” came to be. When I look around at all the “stuff” in the universe, all the particles and atoms, all the planets and stars, I can’t help but wonder, did all of this “stuff” give rise to me, or did I give rise to it?
It’s how I answer that question that makes me a solipsist.
In an earlier post I attempted to define what I mean by “self”, and although I gave an honest answer, I did not give a complete answer. Suffice it to say that I am not at all at ease with the complete answer, for it reeks of spirituality, and could easily be misconstrued. But in the interest of complete disclosure, I will finish my definition of “self”.
There are, as I see it, three aspects to myself. Body, soul, and spirit. I could call them body, experiences, and mind I suppose, if I wanted to to keep this secular and avoid any unnecessary hint of spirituality, but hopefully everyone will forgive me if I use the unscientific terms, body, soul, and spirit.
My spirit is that part of me that is self-aware. It thinks, it reasons, and it wonders. It contemplates its own existence. It is my mind. It is the evidence that I am.
My soul is that part of me that is born from life. It is hope, and despair, and envy, and pity, and a myriad of other human emotions. These are the things that come from not just “being”, but from being alive. The soul is not an innate aspect of the spirit, it needs the struggles and joys of life to give it substance. The soul is the sum of the experiences of life.
And last of course we come to the body. The body is the physical manifestation of the “self”. It is the vessel through which the mind, experiences life, and the “self” gains a soul.
These three things are how I would define my “self”. I know, it veritably reeks of new age sprituality, which is why I hesitated to fully disclose it. There is no quicker way to lose credibilty than to start spouting new age mumbo jumbo, but there it is. (As if a solipsist could lose credibility) But for those who wanted to know how I define my “self”, that’s it.
This definition does raise some very intriguing questions, about how this “me” came to be. When I look around at all the “stuff” in the universe, all the particles and atoms, all the planets and stars, I can’t help but wonder, did all of this “stuff” give rise to me, or did I give rise to it?
It’s how I answer that question that makes me a solipsist.